was not fond of strangers coming into a town.”
“I don’t know, Selina,” said Mrs. Bulstrode, with a little emphasis in her turn. “ Mr. Bulstrode was a stranger here at one time. Abraham and Moses were strangers in the land, and we are told to entertain strangers. And especially,” she added, after a slight pause, “when they are unexceptionable.”
“I was not speaking in a religious sense, Harriet. I spoke as a mother.”
“Selina, I am sure you have never heard me say anything against a niece of mine marrying your son.”
“Oh, it is pride in Miss Vincy—I am sure it is nothing else,” said Mrs. Plymdale, who had never before given all her confidence to “Harriet” on this subject. “No young man in Middlemarch was good enough for her: I have heard her mother say as much. That is not a Christian spirit, I think. But now, from all I hear, she has found a man as proud as herself.”